|NOVEL UNDER RECONSTRUCTION. DO NOT READ YET| "It was never a bright idea to deceive a vampire. Yet, she did it anyway." Human enslavement at the hands of vampires has been long abolished... for the most part. The two races now live in different regions and keep to themselves. But when Hiln falls on hard times, she masks as a lower ranking vamp and finds herself working within the castle walls of the highest ranking vampire nobles. Things seem to go well until Hiln unknowingly catches the attention of one of these Lords. And nothing will prepare her for the desire and chaos that is to follow. DISACLAIMER: The cover art doesn't belong to me
¬ HILN
I went rigid, both out of the slick uncomfortable touch of the grimy blood against my clothes and Fashire's sudden demeanour.
My head spun for a moment. What was he doing?
And that question, why was he asking me?
Was he even aware like before? He had to be. At that moment, my feelings were mixed and I didn't know what to do.
"What… what did you do?" I breathed, my muscles tense.
His head was heavy on my lap, and he didn't answer my question. I wasn't even sure if he was awake or not.
"Fa—" I leaned back and moved my hand to nudge at his arm, trying to pry it off. I could barely hold on as my palm slipped down his forearm and I shivered, immediately raising my hand to inspect the dark liquid streaking down my palm like a viscous fluid.